katie-perner - Hello Poetry

Today I didn't see the sun at all, it's radiance was completely shut out by the gloomy gray clouds. I noticed a flock of black birds flying north today, reminding me that spring is near. Just behind them there was a single black bird- the weaker one. It reminded me of how many different worlds there are, how I'm not the only one dying. 2.21.16

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Sep 5, 2016

Sep 5, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC

On A Park Bench

Today I didn't see the sun at all, it's radiance was completely shut out by the gloomy gray clouds. I noticed a flock of black birds flying north today, reminding me that spring is near. Just behind them there was a single black bird- the weaker one. It reminded me of how many different worlds there are, how I'm not the only one dying. 2.21.16

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Be **** but don't be a **** Be modest, but don't be a ***** Be smart, but not smarter than your man. Be independent, but not so much that you never need a man. Be everything and nothing at all- all at once and at any given time. •k.p. 5.30.16•

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May 29, 2016

May 29, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC

growing up a woman

Be **** but don't be a **** Be modest, but don't be a ***** Be smart, but not smarter than your man. Be independent, but not so much that you never need a man. Be everything and nothing at all- all at once and at any given time. •k.p. 5.30.16•

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Empty inside No feelings to show Detached from reality Just the way it goes. 7.6.14

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC

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Empty inside No feelings to show Detached from reality Just the way it goes. 7.6.14

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Do you ever feel so small Feel like you're nothing About to fall Caving in, giving it your all? 1.30.14

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC

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Do you ever feel so small Feel like you're nothing About to fall Caving in, giving it your all? 1.30.14

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How little you know, you poor ignorant soul. You spoke with a mouth full of hate, your body shook with might as you tried to instill me with a certain fright as if I might finally bow down to your glory, kiss your feet, and say that I am sorry. Yet here I stand, the knife in my hand, it is my turn to tell you the story of how I became so grand! Your words filled me with a certain spiteful motivation, one that has led me to a compelling revelation! I now have you in my hands, you are now mine! You shall see, you poor little flea, you are only but a pest! You have no influence over me! Nobody can deny my power as I watch you cower, you poor pathetic pest, now you kiss thy feet! -k.p. 11.27.15-

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC

The Power

How little you know, you poor ignorant soul. You spoke with a mouth full of hate, your body shook with might as you tried to instill me with a certain fright as if I might finally bow down to your glory, kiss your feet, and say that I am sorry. Yet here I stand, the knife in my hand, it is my turn to tell you the story of how I became so grand! Your words filled me with a certain spiteful motivation, one that has led me to a compelling revelation! I now have you in my hands, you are now mine! You shall see, you poor little flea, you are only but a pest! You have no influence over me! Nobody can deny my power as I watch you cower, you poor pathetic pest, now you kiss thy feet! -k.p. 11.27.15-

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In the cold of winter, I find your soul greeting me like a warm hug from an old friend. In the breeze of summer, I feel your comforting smile watching over me. On these days of peace, these days of calmness, I find you. I find you in the rustle of the trees, I find you in the heavy waves of the seas, I see you in the colors of the sky at dusk, just as bright and magnificent as I remember you being. You are not gone. I find you everywhere I look. I find the moon hangs just like your tired, extravagant eyes. I have found peace in your absence, simply in remembering that your soul has lived to create a new star in the sky, shining light into my dark days. -k.p. 7.20.15-

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC

You Are Not Gone

In the cold of winter, I find your soul greeting me like a warm hug from an old friend. In the breeze of summer, I feel your comforting smile watching over me. On these days of peace, these days of calmness, I find you. I find you in the rustle of the trees, I find you in the heavy waves of the seas, I see you in the colors of the sky at dusk, just as bright and magnificent as I remember you being. You are not gone. I find you everywhere I look. I find the moon hangs just like your tired, extravagant eyes. I have found peace in your absence, simply in remembering that your soul has lived to create a new star in the sky, shining light into my dark days. -k.p. 7.20.15-

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It seems rather strange, how my life has become so mundane, how even the rays of sun seem to feel cold, how it feels to have my body grow old. The pressure of gravity weighing in its awful opinion, my body at its mercy, it cripples under the weight. -k.p. 5.31.15-

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC

Untitled

It seems rather strange, how my life has become so mundane, how even the rays of sun seem to feel cold, how it feels to have my body grow old. The pressure of gravity weighing in its awful opinion, my body at its mercy, it cripples under the weight. -k.p. 5.31.15-

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Seeing sunsets every night as a unique artistic work of beauty- So magnificent like soft flames floating into the shades of the midnight abyss. Breathing deeply in hopes of feeling as soft as the breeze As calm as the tree's leaves, I stand- My toes reaching to feel the moist Earth soothing the aches of the day Floating away into the sunsets elegance The Earth making me human. -k.p. 6.17.15-

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

Human

Seeing sunsets every night as a unique artistic work of beauty- So magnificent like soft flames floating into the shades of the midnight abyss. Breathing deeply in hopes of feeling as soft as the breeze As calm as the tree's leaves, I stand- My toes reaching to feel the moist Earth soothing the aches of the day Floating away into the sunsets elegance The Earth making me human. -k.p. 6.17.15-

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Hello again, it’s been awhile since we have talked. I hate that you always want to do this at four in the morning. I never know how to explain to people why I was up so late, mainly because I hate explaining our complicated relationship. I know you’re worried, but I need to go to sleep. I know you want to stay up until we see the sun, but I have important things I need to do in the day time. You have pushed me around for too long, you controlled my life and my entire thought process for too much of my life, and I have worked so hard to push you away yet I always let you in when I feel you knocking. You loom around for too long after I let you in. Like this dark cloud I can’t shake for a couple weeks. It affects the people around me too, I can see you trying to **** them into your grasp. I don’t understand you; you’re this monster in the back of my head, creeping around everywhere I go. I don’t want to do this anymore, I’m tired, it’s late, please just let me sleep. -k.p. 1.25.16

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC

Dear Anxiety and Depression,

Hello again, it’s been awhile since we have talked. I hate that you always want to do this at four in the morning. I never know how to explain to people why I was up so late, mainly because I hate explaining our complicated relationship. I know you’re worried, but I need to go to sleep. I know you want to stay up until we see the sun, but I have important things I need to do in the day time. You have pushed me around for too long, you controlled my life and my entire thought process for too much of my life, and I have worked so hard to push you away yet I always let you in when I feel you knocking. You loom around for too long after I let you in. Like this dark cloud I can’t shake for a couple weeks. It affects the people around me too, I can see you trying to **** them into your grasp. I don’t understand you; you’re this monster in the back of my head, creeping around everywhere I go. I don’t want to do this anymore, I’m tired, it’s late, please just let me sleep. -k.p. 1.25.16

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When I think of our love, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I feel the rush of the tide coming in. I feel overwhelmed, but I'm excited to feel so alive and elated. This feeling grows in my chest, like my entire soul has a burning desire to know more about you. I want to see your eyes open in the morning. I wanted to feel your bodies warmth next to me in the middle of autumn. You had me at your finger tips, always begging to know more about what you were about, I yearned for somebody to care. As we spent more time together, our bond blossomed like the most delicate and rare flower. We had the most vibrant complementing colors, our differing shades blending together into one unique hue of serenity. You gave me hope that my future might be something worth fighting for, you gave me something to work for. You promised me a future I thought that I would never have. Somewhere in the mix of me losing myself in you, I grew blind to the shift in our relationship. The colors of our love had changed from vibrant shades of fire, to the dark, menacing shades of hell. It's easy to confuse the two when they feel and look the same. It isn't until you are completely engulfed into the wrong one that you can see the difference. You grew so dark, taking all of the life I thought you were giving to me. I didn't realize how I had become so small, always standing in your shadow. I lost who I was completely. This love felt like a dream, and some dreams become a dark reality.

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC

was it love or hell?

When I think of our love, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I feel the rush of the tide coming in. I feel overwhelmed, but I'm excited to feel so alive and elated. This feeling grows in my chest, like my entire soul has a burning desire to know more about you. I want to see your eyes open in the morning. I wanted to feel your bodies warmth next to me in the middle of autumn. You had me at your finger tips, always begging to know more about what you were about, I yearned for somebody to care. As we spent more time together, our bond blossomed like the most delicate and rare flower. We had the most vibrant complementing colors, our differing shades blending together into one unique hue of serenity. You gave me hope that my future might be something worth fighting for, you gave me something to work for. You promised me a future I thought that I would never have. Somewhere in the mix of me losing myself in you, I grew blind to the shift in our relationship. The colors of our love had changed from vibrant shades of fire, to the dark, menacing shades of hell. It's easy to confuse the two when they feel and look the same. It isn't until you are completely engulfed into the wrong one that you can see the difference. You grew so dark, taking all of the life I thought you were giving to me. I didn't realize how I had become so small, always standing in your shadow. I lost who I was completely. This love felt like a dream, and some dreams become a dark reality.

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